The air between her nostrils was thick with the musky scent of a real man’s cock—a far cry from the toys she’d used before. Xiao Shaowan felt a twinge of nervousness. She reached out with both hands, her soft white palms gently grasping the base of the slightly swaying shaft to steady it.
She held her breath for a moment and glanced upward. Yang Haoran was staring right at her, and her cheeks flushed a deeper shade of pink.
Yang Haoran savored the sight of Xiao Shaowan’s shy, girlish demeanor. Back in class, she had always been so aloof and cold, even haughty toward her admirers. This blushing maiden scene was definitely worth preserving.
“Hold on, let me snap a photo to record this. Keep that expression and pose—don’t move.” Without hesitation, Yang Haoran fished his phone out of the pocket of his pants, which were bunched around his knees. He leaned over her, ready to shoot, but the camera screen didn’t capture her full face.
“Lift your head a bit higher. Look at the lens—yes, like that. Now stick out your tongue, make it longer, spread it flat… Perfect, hold it right there.” Yang Haoran directed her while watching the preview screen, adjusting until she struck a pose that pleased him. Then he snapped several quick shots.
He flicked open the gallery for a quick look and nodded, pleased with his photography skills. Casually, he set the phone on the nearby wall and gestured for her to continue.
His interruption had eased some of Xiao Shaowan’s shyness. She brushed the hair back from her forehead and slowly brought her head closer to Yang Haoran’s thick cock. As she neared, her pink tongue darted out tentatively, sliding across the smooth surface of the glans. She paused to gauge his reaction.
Seeing his face relax slightly, she took it as encouragement. Her full, rosy lips parted, and her soft tongue emerged. The tip circled the glans before the flat of her tongue curled around it, wrapping the head snugly. She bobbed her head gently, twisting in a slow circle.
There was no overpowering fishy taste as she’d feared—just a faint saltiness blooming on her taste buds, mild and unexpected. Xiao Shaowan blinked in surprise.
Yang Haoran shivered with pleasure. This Divine Dragon Tail Swing Cleaning Method was leagues beyond the blowjob his little sister had given him. Instinctively, he placed both hands on her silky hair, urging her on.
Emboldened by her practice sessions, Xiao Shaowan found it wasn’t as daunting as she’d imagined. Her experience kicked in, and she grew more confident.
Her plump lips engulfed his cock inch by inch, like a tight passage yielding to an intruder. Following her training, her slick tongue first slithered along the shaft, then swirled around the ridge of the corona. Before long, she had licked more than half of his cock clean—though whether by accident or design, she skirted the slit at the tip where fluid was oozing.
She still had some aversion to a man’s urethral opening.
Yang Haoran narrowed his eyes, savoring the service of her tongue on his cock. After a few strokes, he noticed her deliberate avoidance of the slit.
His expression darkened. “Lick there for ten seconds. Suck out the liquid inside. You know exactly what I mean—don’t make me repeat myself.”
A full-service blowjob didn’t strictly require attention to the slit, but while he might not demand it, he wouldn’t tolerate it being skipped.
Xiao Shaowan’s face stiffened, her tongue halting for a couple of seconds. But then she pulled back a portion of the shaft, her pink tongue tip hovering over the urethral slit like a dragonfly skimming water. She lapped at the mystery fluid—prostate secretion or urine, she couldn’t tell—until it was clean. Her expression soured slightly, but she didn’t dare hesitate. She engulfed the glans with her mouth and sucked hard, drawing out a trickle from the slit until it ran dry like a parched spring. Only then did she exhale in relief and pause.
Without needing further instruction, she took the shaft back into her mouth inch by inch until the head pressed against her throat, unable to go deeper.
Her pretty face remained flushed, cheeks bulging slightly like a greedy little squirrel’s. Her fragrant tongue writhed like a swimming dragon, constantly caressing the shaft. Her soft hands weren’t idle either; they cupped Yang Haoran’s balls, gently rolling and massaging them like walnuts in her palms.
She watched his face with those innocent-yet-lustful eyes, adjusting the pressure—now firm, now light—to keep his expression one of bliss.
Despite it being her first real attempt, her extensive training allowed Xiao Shaowan to quickly master the technique.
A tingling numbness spread through Yang Haoran’s body. Waves of pleasure radiated from his cock, coursing through his limbs and leaving his scalp prickling as if electrified.
“Slurp… slurp…”
On the empty rooftop, the wet sounds of lips sucking on cock echoed sporadically.
Yang Haoran leaned contentedly against the railing, reveling in the chaos his cock wrought inside Xiao Shaowan’s mouth.
She even controlled the muscles of her throat to massage the glans—a advanced skill honed through long practice.
After seven or eight minutes, Yang Haoran felt a twitch at the base of his spine. As her tongue lapped the slit and her fingers squeezed his balls just right, his whole body shuddered. Thick ropes of white semen erupted like bullets, blasting straight down her throat.
Sensing his impending climax, Xiao Shaowan had pulled back slightly to make room.
He spurted for eight or nine seconds, filling her mouth until it overflowed at the corners.
A strand of white goo trailed from her lips, pairing obscenely with her delicate features.
“Hah…” Yang Haoran inhaled sharply, the peak of release leaving him dazed and addicted. After a few seconds, he came back to himself, exhaled, and withdrew his still-hard cock from her mouth.
Xiao Shaowan’s flushed cheeks bulged like the overfed squirrel, but she didn’t dare swallow her Master’s semen without permission—there were rules for that.
“Stick out your tongue. Let Master check if you’ve swallowed any on the sly.” Yang Haoran eyed her puffed cheeks and commanded.
“Mmph~” With her mouth full, Xiao Shaowan could only mumble. To keep it from spilling, she tilted her head back slightly and slowly opened wide, extending her tongue for inspection.
Yang Haoran glanced in. Thick white semen pooled deep in her throat, with streaks and globs coating her tongue and the walls of her mouth.
Paired with her lovely face, the sight was utterly depraved.
“Swallow it down,” Yang Haoran nodded approvingly and ordered.
She had anticipated as much. Her throat worked as she gulped the load into her belly, then used her tongue to scour the rest from her mouth and swallow it clean.
She opened wide again for his final inspection. Only once he was satisfied did the ritual conclude.
